"How's that, it's interesting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ears.

Song Shuhang: "......"

"Occasionally, when I'm staring at the plaque, I suddenly see this line in front of my eyes. I tried several times, and I had to look at the bottom right corner of the plaque at a special angle, and there would be a line of words like this. Then, I immediately thought of you. Do you think it's a coincidence?" Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang: "No, I've changed my route." From the moment you appear in front of people, please call me Ba Song. ”

-- Such a message appeared on the plaque of the Dragon King Palace, and throughout the ages, many dragon sons and grandsons have seen this message. , in the future, Song Yi's Dao number should be used carefully, so as not to meet an unreasonable dragon son and grandson, suddenly put him in a sack, and beat him with a black fist.

"Hahahaha. Yu Jiaojiao smiled coquettishly.

Song Shuhang continued to stare at the plaque, as long as he stared at the lower right corner, the words of that line would float in front of him again-[Song Yi's big fool will die ten thousand times].

Like the plaque, this line is written in 'ancient script', and the owner of the text is so powerful that when one sees it, one can immediately argue about the meaning of the words.

This sentence does not seem like a curse...... It's like a joke between friends, but there is a lot of resentment in it. What did Song Yi do to make the owner who left this line of words so resentful?

"Is this plaque written by the predecessors of your dragon clan?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Well, there's no way to know the exact date. However, the owner of this plaque is a true dragon with pure blood. Yu Jiaojiao said enviously.

"Is it a real dragon?" Song Shuhang vaguely seemed to remember something in his heart.

"That's not all, we keep going, and there's a lot of interesting records. I searched for a long time in the Dragon King's Hall before I found them. Yu Jiaojiao said.

Then, Jiaojiao commanded Song Shuhang to advance.

After entering the Dragon King Palace, the mosaic became even more exaggerated, and the full-screen mosaic could only occasionally see some small tables and chairs. Song Shuhang could only follow Jiaojiao's command, left or right, or turn.

Finally, the two came to a painting.

It was a huge picture scroll of divine beasts, this divine beast seemed to be a synthetic beast, it was composed of thirty-six beasts, but on the whole it was very majestic.

Look at the bottom right corner as well. Yu Jiaojiao grinned.

Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a while, and another sentence floated in front of him-[Song Yi, you thief bald, thief bald, thief bald!]

After calling the thief bald three times in a row, how resentful should the owner who left this string of words be?

Song Shuhang: "......"

"How's it, how is it? Isn't it very feeling? Monk Ba Song!" Yu Jiaojiao's laughter came, and it can be imagined that she had already laughed at this time, leaning forward and backward, rolling on the ground.

"This painting was also left by the true dragon predecessors of your dragon clan?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Naturally, if you look at the handwriting, you can tell that the handwriting of the two lines of the message is exactly the same. Jiaojiao grinned.

Song Shuhang fell silent.

True Dragon ...... Song Yi...... There is also the title of thief bald, these keywords, which made him immediately recall a memory.

It was shortly after he came out of the 'mysterious island' that he fell asleep again.

In that 'dream', he got some fragments of his lost memories on the 'Mysterious Island', in which he and the Nine Lanterns Master were drilling a stone wall, and finally entered an ancient tomb.

There are ten ancient coffins lined up.

In the center is a crystal coffin, with nine bronze coffins on the side, surrounding the crystal coffin.

And in the crystal coffin, there is a pure white real dragon.

The moment he saw the real dragon, he suddenly felt a shock and was taken into a strange spiritual space. There, the pure white dragon came to life, soaring in the huge colored clouds. When it saw 'Song Shuhang', it suddenly shouted: "Ahhhhh

At the same time, he stretched out his claws and slapped Song Shuhang's paw fiercely. After the shooting, the little white dragon jumped up happily like a child, and shouted as he jumped: "Happy!"

But after a few cheerful screams, it said depressedly, "Alas...... Damn, I beat the wrong person. ”

[The owner who left the text won't have anything to do with the white dragon in the crystal coffin on the mysterious island, right?] Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

In addition, he thought of 'Song Mutou', which was suspected to be his ghost, and it may also be the existence of a black cauldron that made him carry a lot of black pots.

This Song Yi ...... It can't be Song Mutou, right?

"Any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked—he hoped to find some clues to see if this Song Yi and Song Mutou were the same person.

"Yes, you keep coming with me. Yu Jiaojiao said, and then guided Song Shuhang to move on.

Under the command of Yu Jiaojiao, Song Shuhang shuttled through the mosaic for a long time.

Finally, I came to the half-humanoid statue, which was carved from ordinary wood, but it was protected by powerful formations and runes, so that it could last forever and not decay.

The half of the statue seemed to have been deliberately cut off, leaving only the lower half of the body. Judging from half of the body, it is the appearance of a man in Confucian clothes.

"Also look at the bottom right corner, no, it's the right foot position. The position of the shoes can be seen if you look closely. Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang stared at the statue's right foot for a while, and sure enough, another line of text bounced in front of his eyes.

[Wooden man surnamed Song, wooden man, wooden man!]

Song Shuhang: "......"

For some reason, when he saw this half of the wood carving, Song Shuhang only felt a faint pain in his waist, as if he had been cut off by his waist.

Is it really Song Mutou?

"Is there more?" Song Shuhang asked bitterly. He felt worse and worse in his heart.

"Hee-hee-hee, of course. The best is yet to come. Yu Jiaojiao grinned.

Under her guidance, Song Shuhang made a difficult advance in Makanke......

Soon after, I came to a small study. There is only one bookshelf in the study, which is filled with all kinds of books. However, it is not a magic skill or a secret method, so it is not shielded by [Contract Power].

"The third row, the sixth, the white diary, you take it out. Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang did as he said, and stepped forward to take out the white diary-like booklet.

This booklet, which seems to be made of silk, is thin and soft.

Flip it to the last page, staring at the bottom right corner as well. Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang suddenly complained: "Jiaojiao, you are really working hard to cultivate in the Dragon King Palace, instead of playing a detective game?"

Plaques, picture scrolls, half-cut wood carvings, diaries on the shelves, these unrelated things, all hide the messages of ancient dragons. How long did it take for Yu Jiaojiao to find these things?

"Hahaha, do you think that in the Dragon King Palace, you can only immerse yourself in penance? The Dragon King Palace pays the most attention to the combination of work and rest, and there are regulations on the time for cultivation and the time for rest. Moreover, looking for things in the Dragon King's Hall is not a waste of time and games...... It's about looking for your own opportunities!" said Yu Jiaojiao proudly.

"Opportunity?" Song Shuhang opened the Japanese record.

"In the Dragon King's Palace, there are countless opportunities. There are those left by the predecessors of the dragon clan who originally built the Dragon King Palace, and there are also those that are supplemented by the dragon clan power in the back. When cultivating in the Dragon King Palace, as long as you have the heart, you can always find some adventures, so that your strength will increase by leaps and bounds, not a dream. This is also the reason why the Dragon King Hall attracts young people to enter the cultivation industry. Yu Jiaojiao said: "So, I'm not playing a detective game...... I have a feeling that maybe the messages hidden in these miscellaneous items will bring me a big opportunity! I may be able to borrow your hand to find this opportunity!"

Song Shuhang: "That's why you play with confidence." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say it, look. If I can really find an opportunity, then it will be sent - this is an opportunity left by the ancestor True Dragon, and it will definitely increase my strength. Yu Jiaojiao grinned.

Song Shuhang: "What if there is no chance? Maybe it's just a fragment of your True Dragon Ancestor's resentment?"

"That's okay, at least let 'Song Yi Daoyou' take a look at these broken thoughts, and it's also good to see your residual expression. Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang: "Friends!"

"Stingy. Yu Jiaojiao said.

At this time, Song Shuhang opened the diary and also stared at the lower right corner.

[Hey, Song Mutou...... If one day, I die, will you weep for me?]

The handwriting of this sentence is still that handwriting, but the font is a little slender, and the font is beautiful, not as domineering as before.

But when he saw this sentence, Song Shuhang only felt that his scalp was numb, and he shivered fiercely.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a woman's voice, whispering in his ear, repeating the words: "Hey, Song Mutou...... If one day, I die, will you weep for me?"

Song Shuhang didn't know how to describe his state at this time, so he held back for a long time and said: "Look at the sky." ”

Song Yi = Song Wood.

Song Mutou, most likely = his first generation of spirit ghosts.

Therefore, apart from 'looking at the sky', Song Shuhang really didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong?" said Yu Jiaojiao.

"It's okay, let me sort out my thoughts first. "Song Shu Channel.

Yu Jiaojiao was suddenly overjoyed: "Shuhang, what opportunities do you see from this?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure there are some doubts in my mind. Song Shuhang said: "Let me think about it first." ”

He looked at the last page of the journal again, staring at the bottom right corner for a moment.

[Hey, Song Mutou...... If one day, I die......]

Dead?

"Jiaojiao, what type of true dragon ancestor is that true dragon in your mouth?" Song Shuhang asked.

"A real dragon is a real dragon, what type is there?" replied Yu Jiaojiao.

"No, what I want to ask is, what color is your ancestor True Dragon, is it white?" Song Shuhang asked.